-that people think they are not there, dead, destroyed, and cont. My voices have told me I’m not there more times than I can count it’s hard to not believe it. He never became real, he is imaginary, and he’s mad! I’m talking about the voice, the one I was supposed to become, the funny jerk, the ladies man. I’ll just have to resist going out with women ever again, how fake it would be! My subconscious desires are deeper than this creep! He’s sad. And he admits it, like I’ll feel sorry for him! Do you feel sorry for Hitler? Let him burn in hell! I’m just so sick of hearing that I’m not “there”. Thanks. Sorry for the rant. It’s a common symptom to feel diminished, to lose your persona, the image you once tried to project. It’s all me, I’m tormented being so utterly alone, a million miles from earth. But I don’t desire a girlfriend except as a friend. He ain’t coming back, he was that bad! The way he got off on making his girlfriend cry. I was a sick fellow. DON’T have sympathy for the devil!
big hugs.
certainly you’re There, Here, heart beating, breathing.
or possibly you’re experencing some DID.
I talk in 3rd person a lot of times.
I believe if I play guitar for you, you will enjoy it and even gain a new appreciation for music. It does no harm to play guitar to me or others. What could it be hindering me from? When I play I join the conscious and the subconscious mind into one, not that they can ever truly be two. I would like to inspire someone to take up the practice, give them confidence they can do it, for I am convinced that it was an acquired ability for me, that my talent lay in drawing but even that came from copying my older brother. The intellect and imagination join hands. You will probably enjoy these things more than I for I have lost my light and I hope you never know what I mean by that. Like Helen Keller I found another way to perceive. Maybe I could be of service for someone like her too but how could I ever get the chance. I’m alone too. I simulate you and the whole universe in my imagination. I can know people that way and anything I want but there is cruelty in the imagination and that can crush your heart…
I don’t agree about cruelty in the imagination.
it’s been a weird, wild, wonderful life
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